Public reading 2 – how much trouble

The rope was pulled taut between a hook in the ceiling and Sophie’s wrists high above her head, almost enough to make her stand on her toes. Wrapped three times around her wrists and secured with a tight knot, the rope then stretched down to her torso. Starting between her shoulders, split into two strands, it encircled her body, meeting at the front. A thick knot secured the rope between her breasts before it continued, pulled tightly underneath them to return to her lower back. The rope continued down, over her hips to her crotch, where it was weaved into a thick braid that covered her pussy and then pulled firmly up between her buttocks and reconnected with the knots at the back.
Sophie could feel the rope digging into her skin, not so much that it would hurt, but enough to feel fully constricted by it. Her attention wasn’t on the rope however, but on the man in front of her. Gregory was wielding a long, thin riding crop, a firm but supple rod with a small leather strap at the end. Apart from the rope she was completely naked and Gregory playfully ran the implement along her body, sending shivers down her spine as he caressed her exposed naked skin.
Already a few red welts marked her body, two on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, one on her left breast and half a dozen or more across her buttocks. They didn’t hurt. When Gregory flicked the crop against her skin the pain was sharp but quick.
They didn’t speak. The only sounds in the room was that of Sophie’s labored breathing and her low, deep moans as she was overcome with arousal; as well as the occasional sharp squeal as the riding crop inflicted pain on her body.
Sophie did have to bite her lip, to stop herself from talking. Part of her wanted to tell Gregory that she’d be a good girl, that she’d behave; but that wasn’t what this was about. This wasn’t a punishment. Gregory had tied her up purely for his own selfish reasons, he wanted this, it turned him on, he liked being in control, liked hurting her and making her squeal.
Well… That wasn’t entirely true of course. Gregory wasn’t the only one getting something out of this. Sophie’s deep moans, the warm glow between her legs, the juices building up between her lips behind the braided rope, betraying her excitement, so much even that they spilled out and dripped down her inner thighs, … All of it was proof that she was enjoying this as much as he was, if not more.
“Do you like this, Sophie?” Gregory whispered in her ear, the warmth off his breath for some inexplicable reason aroused her even more.
“Yes, Sir.” She moaned.
“Good.” Gregory whispered. “Because when I’m done with you, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
Sophie moaned deeply.